This is really more of a public service announcement than anything else, but a critical issue needs to be addressed.
To the girls of my generation, wearing SHIRTS AS DRESSES.
Last night, I saw a girl sitting at a table, wearing a striped shirt, which was cute. I even said, "Hm, cute top." Then she stood up.
And she wasn't wearing pants.
And my jaw dropped.
I kept uncomfortably looking around wondering if anyone else noticed that this girl clearly seemed to have forgotten her bottoms, and praying I didn't have to see any phantom vag while I was enjoying a beer with my friends.
It seemed, however, that she had intentionally worn this confused ensemble, and was happily bouncing and grinding around like the precious little pole dancer she would someday become. All I could do was shake my head and hope for the best.
silly girlz: let's say we nip this issue in the BUTTS (that I keep seeing against my will) and remember to put on the bottom half of your outfits. You paid enough for your jeans: wear them.